I miss you on your birthday,
Not only for your smile,
But for the piece of me that’s gone,
Left within your care.

I’m in an empty hallway
And have been for awhile,
Gazing inwardly towards home,
Neither here nor there.

How quickly we’ve turned distant!
The months pass by like years.
How could friends so inseparable
So soon seem so apart!

How imprecise the instant
Held hostage by my tears!
Though Time may seem insatiable,
I have you in my heart.

Happy birthday to the one I love!
All my joy goes out to you today!
Perhaps I learned, the months you were away,
Part of me moves always as you move.
You’re the yearning distance can’t remove,
Bringing life to reveries cold and gray;
In thoughts of you my dreams and passions play,
Rejoicing in a hope that time will prove.
Today I celebrate your day of birth,
Happy in the hour that brought you here,
Drawn by all the music of your worth,
A time for gratitude that you are near.
You are the one on Earth I hold most dear.

Happy birthday to my love!
A sea around my heart:
Part shelter, part enduring word,
Part mirror of my art.
You are the calm that drains my rage,
Bliss upon my shores,
Immensity immutable,
Rush that life restores.
To you I wish to be a welcome
Harbor for your ocean,
Destiny and origin,
Aim of your affection,
Yearning of your motion.

Candles are a gift of light,
A tiny sun, a bit of star.
No other dancer in the night
Dances with such sheer delight,
Little souls serene and bright,
Each a glimpse of what we are
Shining innocent and pure.

Eighteenth birthday here at last
I’ve dreamt of this day in the past
now it’s here nothing has changed
just one year older, nothing special

No pile of presents to make me smile
It makes me want to run a mile
This day was meant to be remembered
But I want to forget it forever

Eighteen candles, pushed down the knife
didn’t wish for nothing, first time in my life
there’s nothing I want that would come true
eighteenth birthday, never thought I’d be so blue

Why is birthday cake so good?
I love it oh so much!
It’s good to eat – but even more -
I think it’s nice to touch!

It’s squashy pink and sticky white
And stuffed with special goo.
With candy roses on the top -
One time my piece had two!

I like to blow the candles out.
I like to make the wish.
But more than all I like to lick
The frosting off the dish.

Now sundaes are quite wonderful.
Banana splits are fine.
But birthday cake is something else -
Especially if it’s mine!

By:
Bobbi Katz

My birthday’s in August
It’s really a shame,
My party was small,
Hardly anyone came.

I wish I’d been born
In November or May,
Instead of a time
When my friends go away.

In August there just
Isn’t anyone there.
A summertime birthday
Is simply not fair.

By-
Jack Prelutsky